I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The air was thick with determination as Commander Varok leaned forward, his silver eyes sweeping over the map etched onto the table.

Varok began.

"So, we decided that the Blackrock Pass is our next target. But this won't be easy. Their defenses will be strong and the terrain will work against us. We will need a plan."

He turned to Lira, the scout leader. "Lira, your team will be responsible for reconnaissance. We need more precise intel on enemy positions, patrol routes, and the layout of their defenses. How soon can you provide that?"

Lira nodded and said. "Give me three days. My scouts know the pass like the backs of their hands. We'll map every choke point and weak spot before we actually make a move in."

"Good," Varok replied. "Tovan, you'll work closely with Lira to ensure her scouts have the combat support they need. If the enemy detects them, it's your job to make sure they get out alive."

Tovan nodded with stern expression. "I got it, sir."

Varok's gaze shifted to Brogar. "Brogar, your troops will lead the charge once we breach their outer defenses. The enemy will throw everything they have to stop us, and it'll be up to you to break their lines."

Brogar cracked his knuckles, his expression resolute. "We'll hold the front. Just make sure the siege weapons are ready."

Renna stepped forward, her voice carrying the confidence of a seasoned craftswoman.

"I'll personally oversee the construction of the weapons. With the materials we recovered, we can build catapults and battering rams strong enough to tear through anything they've set up. I'll need a day to finish the prototypes. I think we only need one for that attack."

"Then you'll have it," Varok assured her before addressing Elena. "Elena, your healers will set up a field station just outside the combat zone. We can't afford to lose anyone if we can help it."

Elena nodded, her gentle demeanor not softening the steel in her gaze. "My team is ready. We'll patch them up and get them back into the fight."

Nerin, the signal corps leader, leaned forward. "I'll maintain communications. No matter how deep into the pass we go, hopefully you'll have a clear line to every squad."

Varok turned to Darek. "Darek, you'll coordinate the assault. Work with Renna and Lira to ensure the siege weapons arrive at the right time and place. Timing will be everything."

Darek traced his finger across the map, his brow furrowed in thought. "Understood."

Finally, Varok looked at Kael. The shadow operative stood silent, his sharp gaze fixed on the map.

"Kael, I want you to infiltrate their command post. If you can take out their leadership or sabotage their defenses from the inside, it could turn the tide in our favor."

"Consider it done, commander. They won't know what hit them," Kael said.

Varok straightened, his eyes sweeping over the leaders assembled before him.

"This mission will be dangerous. Many of us may not come back. But if we succeed, we'll deliver a crippling blow to the invaders and send a message that we are not to be underestimated. Let's show them what it means to fight for our world."

Eccar, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward.

"I'll lead the charge alongside Brogar's Vanguard. Their forces won't know how to handle me and that distraction will give you all the opening you need," Eccar said.

Varok nodded.

"Your presence will make all the difference, Lord Dragonborn. With you on the front lines, our chances of success increase tenfold."

The leaders exchanged determined glances, each understanding the weight of their roles. The Blackrock Pass was a daunting target, but with their combined efforts, they knew they could overcome the odds.

"Prepare your divisions," Varok ordered. "We strike in three to five days."

The room emptied as the leaders dispersed, each heading to ready their teams for the mission that could change the tide of the war.

As Eccar lingered behind, Varok approached him, his voice low but sincere.

"Lord, Dragonborn," he began, his voice steady but laced with gratitude, "I can't thank you enough for standing with us. Your presence alone has given my people hope—something we desperately needed."

Eccar crossed his arms, his expression calm but resolute. "Hope is important, Commander, but I'm only helping a little. The strength to win this war has to come from you and your people. Oh, and just call me Eccar. Its fine.

"I could destroy the invaders outright, level their forces in one fell swoop. But if I did, what would your victory mean? A freedom handed to you by an outsider, not something you earned with your own blood and sweat."

Varok nodded slowly, his respect for Eccar deepening. He had always known the Dragonborn to be a powerful ally, but this showed a wisdom beyond his years.

"You want us to claim this victory ourselves," Varok said. "You're holding back not because you can't end this, but because you understand how much more it will mean to us if we do."

Eccar's expression softened. He smiled.

"It's not about me, Commander. It's about your people. A fight like this is about defining who you are and what you're willing to stand for. If I take that away, it diminishes everything you're fighting for, isnt it?"

Varok took a step closer, placing a hand on Eccar's armored shoulder.

"I understand, and I respect that more than I can say."

Without another word, the two warriors turned and walked toward the exit.

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The metallic hum of the room's machinery was the only sound as a man stood motionless, his large frame a looming shadow against the cold steel walls. His dark skin glistened faintly in the dim light, his chiseled muscles taut with tension.

He stood by the wide window, gazing out at the desolate wasteland beyond. The world outside was barren, its broken landscape stretching endlessly under a bleak, ash-choked sky.

His brow furrowed deeply, and his expression was hard, but beneath it was an unease he couldn't ignore. Something gnawed at his chest, an invisible force tugging at his heart with a persistence that made him restless. He clenched his fists, his powerful hands curling tightly as if to crush the feeling.

He exhaled sharply, the sound breaking the silence like a thunderclap. His mind churned, trying to make sense of this new sensation.

"What is this?"

It wasn't fear, he was certain of that. He had never feel fear since the moment he stepped onto this world because his army's strength is unmatched. From the beginning of his conquest, no one here had even come close to challenging them. He had barely needed to lift a finger.

But now, this feeling was different. It was strange and crawled beneath his skin and whispered in his mind, a dark promise of something he didn't understand but instinctively knew he would hate.

Something was out there—something beyond the lifeless horizon, waiting for him to take action.

For the first time, the man felt the weight of uncertainty pressing against him. His lips curled into a scowl as he straightened, his massive shoulders flexing. His heart thumped heavily in his chest, not with fear, but with an urgent need to act.

"I need to move and destroy whatever it is," he growled.

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